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Aug 2nd, 2004, 11:10:16 PM
#41
Alf heard his Master's command, but didn't have a chance to respond as a huge wookie fot came crashing down next to him. He rolled to the side, but his comlink lay smashed as the furry leg went back into the air, trying to come back down on him. Alf raised his blaster and fired blindly. Luckily one shot went through the beast's foot.
He rolled over and jumped up. He made his way back towards the wookie's legs, twisting and turning just so he didn't become squashed. Finally he made it to the ship, but he wasn't tall enough to reach the ramp release controls. Finally he calmed down and used what Force techniques he knew and 'pushed' the button with his mind. He smiled slightly as he ramp came down until he was knocked against the ship's hull where he slumped for a moment before making his way up the ramp, stumbling slightly from the blow.
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Aug 3rd, 2004, 06:20:22 PM
#42
All was going rather well, almost too well. De'Ville seemed to have the evenings other interloper in check. Whoever he was, he had either stumbled blindy out of hiding at a poor moment, or a benevolent one. Not unlike the way Razielle herself had done with the Mistress of the Circle, previously.
Razielle watched Salem with a rather macabre sense of affection as he moved about. There was a strange sort of grace in his arachnid leaps and bounds. Death came fast and with no cerimony when brought by him.
A few last wookiees were brought down by the Vampyres before the call to return to the ships. Backing towards the transportation, through the smoldering remains of the suspensiom platform, Razielle grinned at the destruction. Definately mission accomplished.
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Aug 3rd, 2004, 06:42:22 PM
#43
As his comm pinged, Gash contemplated taking the 'long way' back to the ship. But no; De'Ville had ordered it, and what De'Ville ordered, De'Ville got.
He headed for the ramp in a more or less straight line, plowing through surviving Wookiees with little resistance.
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Aug 8th, 2004, 12:14:43 PM
#44
The blond-haired man watched her closely for a few moments as she kept him in her sights. There was no point in looking around at the wreckage since he was not in harm's way. Briefly, he pondered his chances of dropping back over the edge and scaling down the rope to the lower levels but that would mean almost certain death. Even if he managed to get away before the woman attacked him, his chance of surviving below on his own was never that great. Especially now with most of the Wookiees staying topside to clean things up. No, his only way to survive was to try and convince the woman to simply let him leave. He could board his own ship and be gone from the planet, never looking back.
"It is a planet full of walking carpets that thankfully leave me alone for the most part. I came here with an associate of mine that has since passed on. There simply has been no real reason for me to leave just yet, though I imagine this little episode will likely sour their attitudes towards me."
It almost amused him that they were leaving already, though he didn't voice much. Perhaps it was just a little joy trip to cause a bunch of problems, he had little problem with such a notion.
"And now it sounds as if your business here is at an end. I would hate to keep you any longer than you intended. If you'll excuse me, I imagine that I should get to my own ship before they decide to turn on me as well."
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Aug 10th, 2004, 02:05:29 PM
#45
Jared could've merrily paced his way back to the ships, but he just couldn't leave without saying a pretty good farewell. Jared's straight path became one of a serpentine's coil as he stalked down the closests Wookies, slashing his way torward the ships. At one point, a wookie caught a grip of Jared's tied back hair, giving it a rude yank before he found his crotch sizzling away from a lightsaber's blade. Jared pushed the saber up through the beasts' lower section and finally broke free of it's body; the two halves falling apart within mere seconds from when the wookies paw caught the tresses.
Jared wordlessly spat on the corpse before taking a pan of the burning killing feild; there was De'ville confronting some - he squinted to get a clearer image - Blond... was that? Ah, nevermind; wookie! Jared rushed the short distance and carved the target apart quickly, casting a look over his shoulder before he started torward the ships in a stotic line.
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Aug 16th, 2004, 04:16:15 AM
#46
The call to withdraw had been given. It seemed some of the natives, too, were beginning a retreat. Though their rage was a strong driving force, the sight of their comrades falling left right and center at the hands of mere humanoids was enough to instill a fear into their feral hearts. Salem, still in the tree tops, was dashing the already battered skull of one hairball against a thick trunk when he heard the summons to end the attack. He drew the limp body upwards and cast a brief glance at the mangled face, bruised and bloodied, before hurling the body into the green.
Once more, he drove a claw into the side of the tree and made a quick descent, landing not twenty feet short of the transport that had brought the ragtag band of darksiders to the Wookiees world in the first place. He moved in martial stalk towards Razielle, smearing away the dripping remains of something on hunched hair-covered corpse that lay in his path. He paused at the ramp, and it seemed for a moment that he might smirk. “Rrr-elaxing,” he said, before stepping into the ship.
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Aug 16th, 2004, 01:35:00 PM
#47
De'Ville felt her companions obeying the call to return to the ships. That left her the furthest out, but she was only surrounded by corpses. And one blond humanoid.
"Ah, but where will you go? If you had a place to return to, you already would have. Kashyyyk is not a vacation spot." Intuitively, she could feel that this one could become great in the Force. He left familiar ripples in the Force, and appeared as one who had some control over the Dark Side.
"If your master has died," a simple guess, but valid as his eyes widened a bit, "you require further training. Left as you are, you could destroy yourself." A half-lie, it was not really dangerous to be half trained, unless someone who was fully trained found you, and did not like you.
"We can offer you a place." Her eyes kept his locked, and she reached for her blaster - that she'd given to her apprentice. Bloody ashes.
De'Ville pivoted away, slicing the end off an impressive looking bladed weapon that a grey haired wookiee had thrown at her. A push with the Force, and the shaft was off target and clattering to the ground behind her. The Dark Jedi master twirled her saber a bit, and walked sideways towards the ship, keeping the old wookiee in sight. He roared a challenge, but she would not be goaded to meet him.
She looked over her shoulder to the blond. "Think about it! But hurry."
Frell not being goaded. De'Ville ran towards the large wookiee, as her associates were filtering towards the shuttles.
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Aug 16th, 2004, 06:24:42 PM
#48
Alf made his way towards the cockpit of the spacecraft, still feeling the effects of being thrown against its hull. When he finally made it there, he was able to see through the cockpit that De'Ville was rushing some old wookie and had left the blonde human by himself.
He climbed up into the chair to be able to properly access the ship's controls. He ran through the pre-flight checklist and started the engines up. He didn't want to have whoever piloted this thing start from a cold start. He heard the machines as they came on-line and automatically took over the controls. He walked back to the ramp to see if everyone else was making it aboard, when he reached up to wipe some sweat and blood from his eyes.
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Aug 24th, 2004, 11:26:55 PM
#49
Of course, as she turned and headed back to the ship, that left him pretty much on his own and as far as the Wookiees were concerned, all the hairless humanoids looked the same, regardless of guilt or innocence. He didn't really need to see the look on a pair of Wookiees faces as they roared and started towards him. He knew they were mad, and that the guilt by association left him as the odd man out.
"I would dearly love to stay and chat fellas but you don't seem to be in the best of moods," he offered with just a hint of arrogant sarcasm, already stepping towards the ships. Silently, he offered a thought of thanks to all the destruction as one of the beams was still intact enough to serve him. Another thought and careful concentration brought said beam at the two advancing Wookiees, colliding with their legs. And while they were strong, it was still enough to knock them off-balance long enough for the Dark Jedi to speed past them and towards his own ship.
He didn't know if she would assume he was accepting her offer, or if she would blast him out of the sky once his ship was skyward. At this point, the odds of him surviving either were even and he knew he was a better pilot than he was able to take on a pack of angry carpets. A simple gesture is given to Lilaena, nothing crude, as he hurries down another bridge towards the landing pad that his ship currently rested on.
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Sep 1st, 2004, 07:40:16 PM
#50
She caught the gesture out of the corner of her eye as she halted just within bowcaster range of the old wookiee. He roared again, and brought his weapon up to bear.
De'Ville smiled as she held her left hand up, lightsaber still held firmly in her right. A roiling ball of something appeared above her hand, dark energy classified only as Destruction. As the old wookiee aimed, she let the ball grow, and as he loosed a shot at her the Dark Jedi sent the Destruction flying towards him. It was as big as a watermelon from Chandrila, and the wookiee didn't react in time to the unknown threat.
De'Ville brought her right hand around, her saber burning the crossbow bolt from the air, the shards left over deflected away with a push. The Destruction hit the still defiant wookiee in the chest, exploding on impact. Oily fire burned behind where the wookiee had stood - the wookiee himself fell to the ground in two pieces, the Destruction blowing a hole through him twice as large as the ball of dark energy had been.
De'Ville turned and jogged back to the shuttles.
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Sep 22nd, 2004, 11:20:17 PM
#51
Once past the wookiees, Aranor managed to get to his ship and climb aboard it. Thankfully, with all the commotion still caused by the others, the residents of the wooded planet had all but forgotten about the fledgling darksiders starfighter. There had been two originally, though once his master was killed, Aranor had bartered the ship off to help supply himself with food and a few other items of necessity. Now, the remaining ship that would carry him away from the planet was all that he had from his former master. Perhaps someday he would return to continue the search for the lightsaber, though most likely, he would be able to construct his own far sooner than he would succeed in the previous quest.
For now, though, all thoughts were on getting off this planet in one piece and with the last couple of systems coming online, the ship slowly lifted off of the ground. He would not flee from the woman's craft, allowing himself to be easily tracked until further communication could be made. He simply did not see the prudence in testing his chances against the furry wrath. At least not when he wasn't the cause of it.
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